Ouroboros Spine cryptic bones and ancient feathers

hope returned, taking the form of a slender nod given in shikoba's direction. the closer movement of the warrior-woman was not missed, and the duck's countenance curled into one of pleasure and surprise. but kukutux shook her head. "she has gone. her tongue, torn." a rude gesture of biting, tearing, but there is a dark satisfaction in even recalling that story of the hunt.

"she wears a parka of red. her eyes are the sky before the moon rises." kukutux studied their newest with a welcoming expression, one of encouragement and protectiveness over moonglow. "if she returns, bring her head, yes." a grin that did not match their bloodstained discourse. "we will put it beside the edge of the village, so it will be seen."